No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 302

Faye felt her cheeks flush as she glanced at Eleanor. “Eleanor, have you ever considered that your theory might be flawed?”

Her words cut straight to the point.

Joel’s expression darkened. “Faye—”

Faye arched an eyebrow. “If her theory is wrong from the start, then all the work we’ve done has been for nothing. I just think if we’re heading in the wrong direction, it’s better to cut our losses now.”

Byron’s face took on a grave look. He was the one who’d originally proposed this project, and he had unwavering faith in Eleanor’s theory. Now, though, things had ground to a halt at a critical juncture—and with the military coming on board next year, any misstep could be disastrous.

At that moment, Eleanor could feel every pair of eyes in the room fixed on her. She furrowed her brow, stepped up to the holo-display, and began inspecting the torrent of data.

Meanwhile, Faye thought to herself, So what if this project tanks? Meridian Dynamics has more than enough in reserves; the next project will offer even more chances for me to shine.

She’d never been happy working on this team—Eleanor’s shadow always seemed to loom over her, ready to eclipse her at any moment.

“Can I have a few minutes alone?” Eleanor asked Byron quietly.

Joel spoke up in his low voice. “I’ll stay with you.”

Byron gave a nod and called out to the others, “Everyone, take a break outside.”

Faye eyed Eleanor’s slender figure, narrowing her gaze. Eleanor won’t come up with anything useful—she’s just wasting everyone’s time.

With that, Faye turned and left.

Byron had barely made it back to his office when his assistant appeared. “Mr. Chase, Mr. Goodwin has arrived. He’s waiting in Conference Room One.”

Byron’s heart skipped a beat. He stood and made his way to the conference room.

Inside, Ian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, tall and composed. At the sound of the door opening, he turned slowly, his deep gaze settling on Byron.

“Mr. Goodwin, I wasn’t expecting you in person,” Byron said, surprised.

“I heard the project’s hit a bottleneck,” Ian replied, his voice cool and level, betraying nothing.

It was rare for Ian to involve himself in project details.

Beads of sweat formed on Byron’s brow. He sighed. “Yes, sir. Right now, we can’t seem to break through the efficiency ceiling in the AI simulations. We’re working on a solution.”

“Is Eleanor here as well?” Ian asked suddenly.

Byron paused, then nodded. “Yes. Dr. Sutton is in the lab reviewing data.”

Ian’s eyes flickered, but he said nothing more. He took a seat at the conference table. “Let me see the latest progress report.”

Byron hurried to fetch the files, feeling a knot of confusion. Mr. Goodwin had always cared about results, not details—so why the sudden scrutiny?

Ten minutes later, Ian made his way toward the lab. Faye was loitering at the door, and when she saw him, a thrill shot through her.

Now Eleanor’s really in trouble, she thought. For Ian himself to get involved—after all, this investment was worth at least a billion. If Eleanor’s project burned through all that money for nothing, Ian would never trust her again.

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